Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.